So tall was he that his hat actually brushed the cross bar of the doorway, and his breadth seemed to span it across from side to side.

A large face, seared with a thousand wrinkles, burned yellow with the sun, and marked with every evil passion, was turned from one to the other of us, while his deep-set, bile-shot eyes, and his high, thin, fleshless nose, gave him somewhat the resemblance to a fierce old bird of prey.
"Which of you is Holmes ?" asked this apparition.
"My name, sir; but you have the advantage of me," said my companion quietly.
"I am Dr.Grimesby Roylott, of Stoke Moran." "Indeed, Doctor," said Holmes blandly.

"Pray take a seat." "I will do nothing of the kind.

My stepdaughter has been here.

I have traced her.